Zansvoort aan Zee

The beach at Zansvoort aan Zee

Jackpot! 85 and sunny, bright blue skies, cool breeze off the North Sea, and…um…let’s just say, Zansvoort is ‘clothing optional’. A resort town, Zansvoort aan Zee is a stone’s throw from Haarlem, so after 50 minutes on a bus and a quickie train ride, I found it.

A little crowded on the train

I’m not much for lying on the beach, but without Gwaz or at least the grandkids, that wasn’t going to happen; nevertheless I did spend a lovely afternoon at an outdoor café overlooking the scene.

I remember my brother commenting that “Dutch people aren’t fat.” I’m guessing he hasn’t been to Zansvoort. There is nothing quite like the European total disregard for body image. There was no shortage of European men with poochie bellies in skintight Speedos proudly displaying what God gave ‘em, but really one can take only so many wrinkly butt cracks. The thing is no one seems to take note—except me. Naked boobies, wrinkled old-timers, and plenty of chunkybunks, I saw it all.

Um...yeah...no comment

Hey, I’m not complaining. I had a wonderful day at the beach.